Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 565

"I picked this out for you. Do you like it?"

Forrest finally managed to tear his eyes away from Mila, stretching out his arms and making a slow turn in front of her. "I love it. But what about you, Mimi-do you like it?"

It really was a funny coincidence.

His suit carried the same blooming motif as her dress: pure white, tailored to accentuate his lean, athletic frame. Delicate white and pale blue blossoms trailed from his left shoulder down to his waist, where the jacket cinched just so. A soft green butterfly hovered at his chest, and under the warm lights, the silk shimmered with a gentle sheen-romantic, almost ethereal. On Forrest-already handsome, refined, with a quiet charm—the effect was simply otherworldly.

Nothing on earth could compare. Mila found herself staring at him in the light, unable to shake the thought: he looks like he's stepped out of a dream.

"Does it look good?" Forrest caught her gaze and broke into a sudden smile, his eyes gleaming beneath the chandelier.

“It looks amazing,” Mila blurted, barely thinking.

"Then do you like it?"

"I do,” she answered, just as quickly.

His low laugh rumbled in her ear, and Mila, cheeks flushing, gave him a playful thump on the shoulder. "You're teasing me again. So, are we settled on this one?" "We are."

Forrest grinned, his tone softening. "Honestly, anything you pick for me, I'll love. But what I really want is to wear something you've made with your own hands. When we have our real wedding-would you design my suit? I'd love to help, too."

Mila froze for a moment.

Suddenly, she remembered something from not so long ago-just a year or two back. She'd been struggling with her divorce, and over the holidays she'd taken Jade and Eugene Montgomery to church. Underneath that ancient tree by the chapel, she'd found a small red sachet. Crooked stitches on the front spelled out a single wish: "May Mimi know happiness always."

She couldn't help asking, "Was that you?"

"I made it. Took

it was

smiled. "But I loved it, Forrest. Thank

the

can only do yours-Jade already claimed

"That's perfect, actually."

gown, and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"I'd love to."

up, neither dodging

striking and delicate—surrounded by layers of pastel silk and a thousand embroidered blossoms. The scene was so beautiful that even the boutique owner stood frozen, caught up in the moment,

photo, capturing the dreamlike splendor of it

A perfect memory.

...

tight timeline, everything for the engagement party came together smoothly and on schedule. But the night before the celebration, Mila received a call-one she never

remembered the last time they'd spoken, how fragile he'd seemed.

fine." The boy's voice

"You're getting engaged. Why didn't you tell me? Aren't we family? Something this important, and I have to hear

searched for the right words. "For

Montgomery family to the

"Can't, or

own harshness, Eugene paused, then spoke again—softer now, but with

Montgomery? But, sis... do you really think of me as one of them? This is such a big moment for

wavered for

and that softness vanished. She couldn't risk any surprises-nothing,